User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-26255114-20150329041648/@comment-2246928-20150401013419

"Plezzent night?" The door to the crew's quarters swung open, and a fox stumped in, his vest soaked in grog and whiskey, smiling grimly. Riltin waited a moment for an answer, and then slammed his hatchet-butt against the doorframe, bellowing out to Rosebrush, it's only inhabitant in the room. "Wakey wakey, bird eggs 'n' bakey, love! All crew are expecktid on deck!" Brigadier Barty (talk) A one-eyed stoat soon appeared at the stairs leading belowdecks, calling to Cawn. "E'ryjack on deck, 'n' that means yew too, Slave Master!" Brigadier Barty (talk) Virago was already at deck, standing solemnly against the rail as Captain Galdrim paced the deck, his paws folded behind his back.

His savage face illuminated by torchlight and his bloodshot left eye glimmering wetly, the ferret smiled leeringly at the last ones to arrive, before speaking to the crew, some still drunk from their celebrations.

"Messmates, yew all knows I despises stoppin' a party about as much as I despises mercy 'n' der weak, but all exists for a purpose... No more garned green-sailed vessels o' misery been spotted yet by our trusty watchers, but that don't mean we're outta 'arm's way any more 'n' our slaves are. Long Patrol's got a fleet now, an' I'd wager a copper to a ruby dat dey wudd jest love ter rid der seas of a ship 'n' a fine auld crew like ours. Dat's why I've decided ter strike out immediately fer de Nordern Coast." He grinned, and the pink scar beneath his eye stood out like rope. "Plenny o' petty fisherbeasts 'n' no counfoundin' rabbets wid pink 'n' blue uniforms. Any questchuns frumm ye, buckoes?"